Mu Anhan listened and thought it sounded quite reasonable.
Sure enough, after drinking alcohol, the mind becomes even less functional.
She hurried to paint.
In ancient times, people would get inspired to recite poetry after getting drunk.
Now Mu Anhan wanted to paint; she picked up the brush and got to work, swiftly creating her piece.
"Honey, look..."
She turned the canvas towards Gu Xiaozhan, who was surprised to find her work didn’t lose to a professional level; she truly was a treasure girl!
His face was sharp and cold, with well-defined features, a slender physique that also revealed muscular lines. The sight of his abs was mesmerizing, especially the downward V-line that sparked the imagination.
"Wait, why is there fabric here?" Mu Anhan realized she had been tricked.
"Liar! Big liar!" she shouted at the man.
"Come on, do it yourself!" Gu Xiaozhan teased her.
Mu Anhan heard this and happily ran over.
Little did she know, after he coaxed her over, he wouldn’t let her go.
Her shirt, trousers, and socks all fell to the ground, and she was now held in his arms, a position she loved for its sense of security.
"Honey, don’t rush, wait until I finish painting, then I’ll pounce on you!" Mu Anhan shamelessly claimed dominance.
Gu Xiaozhan: "..."
"I want to paint..." she searched everywhere.
Mu Anhan nodded, "I see it, I’m painting now... wait a bit... Mr. Gu is really handsome..."
Gu Xiaozhan could no longer listen; her innocent words had already ignited a fiery passion within him.
He hugged her from behind, while she picked up the brush, adding a few strokes to the paper, vividly bringing the scene to life.
She wanted to paint more, but ended up being showered with affection by this man. When the brush fell, she didn’t even know...
The art studio was fragrant with ink, filled with a rich artistic atmosphere, but more cherished than this ambiance was the couple’s deep connection.
...
The next day.
Mu Anhan woke up, only feeling sore all over, with her mind still a bit fragmented, only remembering she went to paint.
But where was the painting? Wasn’t she in the studio? Now she was in the bedroom.
Where’s Gu Xiaozhan?
Luckily, he’s not here. She vaguely remembered she insisted on painting his body.
Oh my!
She had terrible conduct after drinking; how could she do such a thing?
She seemed to have painted a nude of him. Anxiously, she rushed to the art studio, only to find the twins scribbling around.
"Mom..."
Ever since Ye Wennuan left, the two children have become closer to Mu Anhan, and they even greet her proactively now.
Mu Anhan reached out her arms to them, "Babies, come for a hug!"
The two children seemed somewhat surprised; they yearned for motherly love but had been deprived of it for so long that their relationship with her was awkward.
The children didn’t move, staring at her with wide eyes.
Seeing that they weren’t resistant anymore, Mu Anhan immediately stepped forward, holding them in her arms, one on each side, these were little ones born from her body, carrying on Gu Xiaozhan’s bloodline.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that nothing was more important than the bond of family.
Her heart was wildly excited.
Of course, not wanting the children to dislike it, she quickly released them.
The children seemed to realize it, but didn’t say much.
"Mom, what are you painting?" Gu Yu pointed at the easel and asked.